A transition from an author’s book to his conversation, is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant prospect. Remotely, we see nothing but spires of temples and turrets of palaces, and imagine it the residence of splendour, grandeur, and magnificence; but when we have passed the gates, we find it perplexed with narrow passages, disgraced with despicable cottages, embarrassed with obstructions, and clouded with smoke.–Samuel Johnson, The Rambler, no. 14 (Saturday, May 5, 1750)

So apparently the internet, in its brief decades of existence, has not yet managed to supplant the thousands upon thousands of years of inquiry and information stored in previous media. Who’d’a thunk it?

Or, in other news, Google exec stunned to find that the sun is several orders of magnitude brighter than his computer screen.